Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.